Thoughts rise from the mind, burnt black with thinking
stirring the embers to find a trace of remembrance
Yet it seems only others may cause my flames to grow
I am merely endowed with the power of smoke
Tantalizing fragments of lyrics, song and voice
twirling, twining, slipping jumbled from my mouth
And lines that seem to stumble before losing track
floating off, trailing into forgetfulness
as another breeze hits me between the ears
But through my eyes I catch the match
enough to set my embers glowing
enough to get the poem flowing
Give it enough to burn and consume
and add ash to the smoke, something more tangible
perhaps enough to finally convey more than air
The sparks that carry from the flame
pass to the minds of others less endowed
And even those not born under the Oak
can touch on the gifts of a Bear Moon sky
the God smoke that gives wing to thought
and thought to the notion of flight
Author notes
"I am a God who sets the Head afire with Smoke"
Though I wasn't born under this tree, Oak is in my pagan name, so I decided that I needed to give this a poem, and this line just hit me with inspiration.
A contest entry
- The Oak Tree~Bear Moon~Druid Zodiac Series by Blue Rew.
688 points, ended July 24, 2008, 2 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i really liked reading this and it was written very nicely
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congratulations on a beautiful poem and trophy.
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This is very pleasing...
captivating in how it compares smoke to unformed
ideas or inspiration that has yet to be transformed
to art. Substance is mentioned here and I find that
is an excellent association for me as far as the
trees and the spiritual connections perceived.
An intelligent write that deserves rereads. Blue
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